i didn't comb my hair this morning or last night after i took a shower and it still looks good today. long, naturally wavy hair has its perks sometimes, at least for us lazy people.
i've realized lately that i don't read books...i devore them. it's actually something i both love and hate about myself. i finished running with scissors by augusten burroughs in less than 4 hours. i read way too fast and i'm always sad when i finish a novel. maybe that's why i've never really liked short stories. they're almost like a tease.
my next book is no man is an island by thomas merton, which happens to be a collection of short essays. i read merton's autobiography a while back in which he chronicles his transition from being an atheist writer in new york to entering a monastery and becoming a trappist monk. i fell in love with the book. i'm hoping these essays can inspire some feeling in me 'cause lately i'm blank.
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